Everything’s okay.
Just get in the car and go.
Just shake their hands; say hello.
Everything’s okay.
–
It’s just another day.
You see your father lifeless in a coffin
and your hate for him softens.
It’s not just another day,
–
but everything’s still okay.
Black fabrics soaked by yours brothers’ tears,
making it completely clear,
that everything is not okay.
–
I hate him.
Sorrow bubbles to my eyes;
I try to pop it with my eyelashes before it liquifies.
I hate him.
–
Did he ever love me?
How much does forgiveness demand…
to forgive someone who only rose a violent hand
instead of their children? Did he ever love me?
–
I can’t just hate him.
A need to love, to forgive him shown on my cheeks.
Love is something fatherless children can’t help but seek.
I can’t just hate him.
–
He couldn’t have loved me.
He only ever brought me pain.
Made my sanity impossible to maintain.
He never loved me.
–
Everything is okay again;
it’s just another day.
I hate him
because he never loved me.
